Stallions

by Jade Carr

  Her aunt and uncle were expecting her for dinner. Ahote might have picked up her voice message and be getting ready to answer—or deciding not to. Somewhere, she had no idea where, her parents were living their lives.

  And here she was surrounded by the seeming nothing that was her heritage. Even more surrounded by two men beyond her comprehension.

  "That's when I realized I needed to spend some time with the people who raised me." Tears clogged her throat. "So, long story made even longer, you now know why I'm here."

  Nokoni pushed her back just enough that she could look up into his eyes. A couple of years ago, she'd parachuted out of a military plane to add some personal experience to an article. She'd expected to be terrified. Instead, as she'd looked out and down, the clouds seduced her, whispered to her to let them embrace her.

  Nokoni's eyes were doing the same thing.

  "Thank you." She took his face in her hands and looked over at Hah-Tee. "Thank you too."

  "For what?" Hah-Tee asked.

  Laughter bubbled out of her. "I'm not sure. Maybe for not bothering with clothes."

  Nokoni skimmed his hands down her arms and from there to her hips. Shivering, she let go of him with one hand and reached for Hah-Tee. When Hah-Tee's fingers met hers, nothing else mattered. This moment was for the three of them.

  Maybe.

  "I have to ask something," she said. "I hope it won't ruin things, but—each of you knows about the other and me?"

  "About him finding you at Oraibi," Nokoni said. "Yes."

  "And about that first night at the fairgrounds, when you and he had sex. I already told you that."

  She detected no animosity in either voice. "I should ask how you feel about that, but would both of you be here if it was something you couldn't handle?"

  "That's between the two of us," Nokoni said. "You have enough to think about."

  Most of the time, she had dozens of things on her mind. Now, only one thing mattered—two men.

  Taking hold of her shoulders again, Nokoni pushed her back, which forced her to release Hah-Tee's hand. Nokoni drew her shirt over her head. Despite the heat, goose bumps erupted. The older shifter started to push her bra strap down her arm.

  "No," Hah-Tee said.

  Concerned that the peaceful moments had come to an end, she concentrated on both of them. Hah-Tee's shoulder brushed Nokoni's. Nokoni briefly held his ground then stepped aside. The two exchanged a look she couldn't comprehend.

  "The first time I saw you," Hah-Tee said with his fingers looped through her bra straps, "only your body mattered. I didn't care what kind of person you were. It didn't matter what you thought of what Nokoni and I are, just that you weren't running away."

  "I couldn't. There was something about you that—I'm sorry, I can't explain."

  Nokoni nodded. "Neither can we. Today simply is."

  Yes, she agreed. That was what she wanted, the only thing. Hah-Tee pulled her bra strap down as far as it would go. After doing the same to the other strap, he spun her around so her back was to them.

  "I watched a woman undress."

  Hah-Tee's breath dampened her hair and made her scalp tingle.

  She was at a motel near the one where you met with your aunt. It had ground-floor windows that opened to the parking lot. I looked in through the small opening in the curtain."

  Hah-Tee's fingers settled around her bra fastening. Short, strong nails glided over her spine.

  "I watched her undress."

  He fumbled a bit but managed to free the hooks. Then he took hold of the sides so the cups pressed against her breasts. She loved being under the shifter's control.

  "You, ah, you shouldn't have done what you did at the motel." Darn it, she didn't want to stumble over her words. "You could have been arrested."

  "They'd have to catch me first."

  Yes, they would. Admitting how rare Nokoni and Hah-Tee were distracted her from her rising heat. Without warning, the younger shifter looped a treelike arm around her throat and drew her off balance toward him until the back of her head rested on his shoulder. Alarm niggled at her only to die when he drew her bra off her. She looked down as air slid over her newly exposed breasts, but the arm around her throat was in the way.

  Nokoni stepped in front of her, invaded her space. Trapped between them, she wanted nothing else.

  "You let us inside your heart when you told us what reporting on that fire was like for you," he said. "Now it's time for us to show you how that affected us."

  She thought he flicked a look at Hah-Tee, but maybe she'd only imagined it. She still couldn't wrap her mind around the realization that both of them—that the three of them were going to—they were, weren't they?

  Despite being dependent on Hah-Tee to keep from falling backward, she reached for the fastening on her jeans. Nokoni pushed her hand away.

  Overhead, a hawk sped in and out of view. The pinto chewed on the bush she'd tethered him to.

  Deliciously helpless, she gave up keeping everything in focus. Nokoni sucked on one breast, teased and kneaded the other until she couldn't think for her pounding heart. Hah-Tee slid his free arm around her waist and freed her jeans. The zipper lightly raked her belly.

  She'd worn bikini panties today because they put her in touch with her sexuality, but a little extra bare skin was nothing compared to a man behind her and another in front. By blinking repeatedly, she managed to bring Nokoni back into focus. The big man had crouched catlike in order to fasten his mouth around her breast, so he could lay claim to her.

  By putting all her concentration into it, she managed to take a double-fisted hold of his hair. Thick and coarse, it reminded her of a horse's mane, but what he was doing to her breasts was all man, a male who knew what she needed.

  Was it instinct, his innate ability to climb inside her nerve endings? Maybe both men had the same ability, some gift from who or what had created them.

  Her jeans still clung to her buttocks, but with the zipper out of the way, Hah-Tee had no trouble getting his hand under the denim. His fingers slipped beneath the poor excuse for underwear.

  She squirmed. The dangerous, delicious fingers inched closer to her core while Nokoni's mouth abandoned one breast and claimed the other. "Oh, God!"

  "Relax," Hah-Tee whispered.

  "If you think I can, you don't know anything about women."

  His fingers drifted through her pubic hair. "I'm learning."

  She couldn't remain still. Hah-Tee wasn't tickling her, more like awakening her nerves via fingers that knew her better than she did herself. Maybe she could fully concentrate on what was taking place between her legs if Nokoni's attention hadn't been centered on her breasts.

  Just when she was concerned her legs would give out, desert air brushed the breast that had been in his mouth, alerting her to its unwanted freedom. She'd give anything to have the big shifter claim her like that again, to somehow tongue both breasts at the same time. If she died today, what a wonderful way to—

  "Listen to me, "Nokoni said. "You trust us, don't you?"

  "Yes." She hoped she wasn't lying. "It's me I'm not sure of."

  "Is that good or bad?"

  "I don't know."

  "Maybe you will know by the time we're finished with you."

  Finished? "What are you going to do?"

  His rough fingers cupped her breasts and lifted them, sending yet another jolt through her.

  "What you need."

  Oh, yes! "And that is?" she challenged.

  "This."

  Hah-Tee continued to hold her against him via the arm over her chest. Maybe his strength should alarm her, but she was too deep into sensation for that. These remarkable men had sandwiched her between them, a masculine hand blanketing her mons while take-charge fingers inched toward her nipples. She swam in her captivity, drifted in electric heat.

  "You want both of us. At the same time," Nokoni said.

  Oh, shit!

  The hold on her breasts tightened. Still tr
usting, she nevertheless looked deep into Nokoni's eyes.

  "No matter what we look like right now," he said, "don't ever forget we began life as animals. Instinct is still vital to our existence."

  Hah-Tee's now wide-spread fingers raked the insides of her thighs. She whimpered but widened her stance. A rough finger touched her sex. Mewling, she tossed her head.

  "I, ah, I'm not a predator," she said.

  "No, you're not." Nokoni's fingers slid even closer to her nipples. "But understanding you requires the same skills."

  What had happened to her muscles? They'd just been there, but now, damn it, they'd deserted her.

  "You make me sound pretty simple," she managed. "Plug in a little instinct, and you have me pegged."

  "Pegged?"

  "Figured out. Go on, tell me whatever you think you know about me. Just get it out."

  Instead, the older shifter caught her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. A delicious grinding sensation settled over her while the pressure against her sex fractured her.

  "Open your legs." Hah-Tee spoke with his mouth near her ear. "Let me in."

  She tried to do as he'd requested—or was it a command?—but her jeans and panties made that impossible. She'd started to haul the denim over her hips when masculine fingers closed around her wrist. Before the loss against her pussy registered, Hah-Tee pulled her hand away.

  "Help me," Hah-Tee said.

  Thinking he was talking to her, she struggled to understand what he wanted. Then Nokoni let go of her breasts and hauled what remained of her clothing down around her ankles. The men were working together.

  But to what end?

  As if I don't know.

  The pressure around her collarbone let up, allowing her to straighten. Hah-Tee snaked his arm around her waist and stepped into her space so their bodies were sealed together. His erection ground into her spine. Even more excited, she raked her nails over his hips.

  "No, no," Nokoni warned.

  "Why not? It's my body. I have a right to—"

  "Because I want them here."

  Nokoni closed his fingers around her wrists and drew her hands toward his cock. She cupped her fingers around him. His ragged breath distracted her from her out-of-control body.

  "Do you remember the day we met?" Nokoni asked.

  "I'll never forget."

  "Neither will we. The first time you looked at us, your attention went from one to the other and then back again. You kept doing that, trying to give us equal attention, trying to comprehend."

  "What are you talking about?"

  "About what he and I learned from those moments," Hah-Tee said.

  She waited for more, was certain there had to be further explanation. Instead, Hah-Tee wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground. Seconds later, the younger shifter set her back onto her feet but didn't slacken his hold. She tried to look back at him only to lose her concentration because Nokoni's hand—oh, God, against her sex, trapping it. Claiming it. Somehow she managed to keep a hold on his cock.

  "He's right," Nokoni said. "We learned more about you than we believe you realize."

  Hah-Tee settled his arm against her breasts' underside, lifting them so they rested on his forearm. That was enough, all she needed to keep her turned on, but they weren't done with her. Nokoni's hand over her sex made that clear.

  "What did you learn?" she managed.

  "That you're a woman without a man in her life. A highly sexed woman who doesn't know how to get what she needs."

  It felt wonderful to hold on to Nokoni, almost as good as Hah-Tee's claim on her. The world here was so dry the breeze fairly crackled, and her skin cried out for moisture, but they wouldn't let the sun harm her. As long as they were here, she wouldn't have to think about tomorrow or remember yesterday, could dismiss what the older shifter had said about the holes in her life.

  Closing her eyes, she drifted until her vivid dream of the other night resurfaced. She was one woman with two breasts, one mouth, a single cunt.

  Caught between two men.

  Chapter 18

  You look at us," Nokoni muttered, "and you see a single body."

  "No. Believe me, I'm very aware of the differences between you."

  "Mental and emotional differences, yes, but not our bodies."

  Maybe she could argue the point but to what purpose? Let him do the talking. All she wanted was to focus on sensation.

  Hah-Tee finger-massaged her sides, and his potent body continued its marriage with hers. It didn't matter that her eyes were still closed, she imagined Nokoni standing a few inches away. He had to be looking at her while experiencing what a man did when a woman claimed his cock. More to the point, he had mastery over her sex. Yes, he was simply cupping and cradling her there, but it could be so much more. Would soon emotionally shred her.

  "You understand what it's like for stallions." Nokoni's voice seduced her. "There's no sharing."

  "Several times, Nokoni would have killed me if I hadn't backed down," Hah-Tee said. "I bide my time. I wait for him to lose his edge."

  "Why are you telling me this?" she asked.

  "You know."

  The older shifter was right. "Because I'm not a mare."

  No one spoke. The hands and bodies that had taken over everything stopped moving. Wanting more, she opened her eyes. Nokoni studied her, and the hand over her sex twitched.

  "I want both of you. I told myself that thinking this way was crazy, that it would never happen, that the two of you wouldn't be satisfied—"

  "Sharing you is better than having nothing."

  Nokoni might not be ready or willing to relinquish his position as herd stud, but when that happened, she couldn't imagine a better replacement than the shifter who'd just spoken.

  "I don't know if I can be what you want," she admitted.

  "You'll try."

  She nodded. Hah-Tee eased away until the pressure of his cock against her back became a caress. Then he leaned into her. Her mind swirling, she cradled Nokoni's cock and reached behind her, seeking to touch some part of the younger shifter. Her fingers found his naked hip. Hah-Tee's flesh quivered. Loving her strength, she ran her nails over him there.

  "Careful." His hold on her tightened, relaxed, tightened.

  Yes, she had to do that. She didn't dare forget that beneath that perfect male body lay an animal, a stallion.

  "Arms at your sides."

  Nokoni's command stopped her. Made her obey. The part of her that had embraced her career wanted a say in what was going to happen, but these weren't men who lived by rules she understood.

  "You're a beautiful woman," Nokoni said. "Everything about you speaks of your Hopi blood."

  I'm only half Hopi. "Thank you."

  "You belong on this land. You need it, and it needs you."

  She wasn't sure what he meant about that last part. Suddenly, he was no longer there, but she willed herself not to cry out. Her vision cleared. He wasn't gone, after all. He'd only lowered himself to his knees and was—oh, God, his tongue was on her!

  Sounds she couldn't remember ever uttering spilled from her. To hell with the command to keep her hands to herself, she had to touch something. Someone. She snagged Nokoni's hair and pulled until her strength deserted her. Her knees threatened to buckle.

  "What is it?" Hah-Tee asked. "This isn't what you want?"

  Nokoni's magical tongue washed her here and there, briefly dipped into her, lapped at her clit. He sucked while she raked her thighs. Behind her, Hah-Tee's cock challenged her. His heat flowed over her back, teased her sides, encircled her.

  No spa or sauna had touched her like she was being touched. There was no making sense of which man was doing what, no separating things out, just them everywhere. Loving it.

  Losing herself.

  It shouldn't be like this! Too much! A man's mouth claiming and igniting her sex while another held her immobile. She should fight, should demand back her sanity and space, but she didn't want
to.

  Was this why her mother had chosen a man over her?

  No! She wouldn't think that, wouldn't go there.

  Instead she'd—what?

  Nokoni wasn't just focused on her sex. While she'd been caught in her thoughts, he'd flattened his thumbs against the join between legs and groin and was kneading and massaging her there. All the while his magical, crazy-making tongue continued its claim on what made her a woman. She caught bits and pieces of the sounds escaping her. Behind her, Hah-Tee's harsh, rapid breaths drenched her hair. Nokoni's spent air sent even more heat to her pussy.

  Good thing Hah-Tee had such a firm grip on her. Good thing Nokoni's hands now bracketed her thighs. Otherwise she'd melt.

  Them! They deserved—given how much pleasure they were giving her, she should—ah, no. Can't think.

  The shifters were everywhere. Sucking her so she no longer knew where one let off and the other began. Her breasts felt swollen to double their normal size. Her skin had never been this sensitive. Even the bottoms of her feet throbbed.

  Nokoni's tongue rested at her entrance. Disoriented, she tried to push herself onto her toes, only to sink back down. Everything became quiet, reminding her of the desert before a wind blasted it. How she'd loved the sense of suspended energy.

  A slurping sound coupled with pressure on her sex had her lifting her arms and digging her fingers into Hah-Tee's forearm. Nokoni was tongue-stroking her. On her toes again, she waited. Pressure on her pussy sent her heart to pounding.

  Her calves trembled, forcing her to lower herself. Nokoni's tongue entered her. Wet pressure invaded her walls as, moment by moment, his exploration deepened. His fingers roamed over her outer thighs and then behind her to cover her buttocks. Hah-Tee drew her ass cheeks apart.

  The world snapped, stopped, started again. She didn't know where she was or what she was doing, just that she was plunged into herself. Only her body mattered. The men who'd captured her between them—who were they?

  She lifted her head and opened her mouth. Someone slapped a hand over her mouth, silencing her. She tried to bite.